Ewwwwww.

They were hurting muggles. Aboli glanced, expressionless, at the items they could use. She didn't want to work with a partner, or at all on this actually. She didn't much feel like writing, though, so she went to grab the alarm clock. The Slytherin would tinker with it a bit, wondering if she could bring herself to make it cause harm.

She could. She would pretend it was for someone else, of course. Not a muggle. Someone she didn't like. Who did she dislike enough to want to cause harm? One of those hooded guys? Great. Wonderful. That would work.

So with a little more pep in her step, she got back to her desk and, since she knew how an alarm clock worked, she quickly made sure it had no batteries in it. What could it do? Perhaps the alarm could cause a painful sound to anyone who heard it. OH. oh. OH. Mandrake cries? What a wonderful way of ~sabotage! She turned to Minjae. "Hey Minjae..." she nudged him, her tone soft. "Just pretend..." she whispered, willing him to understand. Pretend they weren't going to use them on MUGGLES but on OTHER people. Like, bad people. See? It was a get around. AND it would look good to the hooded ones AND be less painful for them.